Book Showcase: GUN KISS by Khaled Talib

A stolen piece of history, an abducted actress, and international intrigue…

When the Deringer pistol that shot Abraham Lincoln is stolen and ends up in the hands of a Russian military general, covert agent Blake Deco is tasked by the FBI to head to the Balkans to recover the historical weapon. Meanwhile, the United States media is abuzz with news of the mysterious disappearance of Hollywood movie star, Goldie St. Helen.

After Blake's return from overseas, he receives a tip from a Mexican friend that a drug lord, obsessed with the beautiful actress, is holding her captive in Tijuana. With the help of a reluctant army friend, Blake mounts a daring rescue. What he doesn't expect is to have feelings for Goldie—or that a killer is hunting them.

Read an excerpt:

The tall buildings around Washington, D.C.'s 10th Street overshadowed the historic Ford's Theatre. Though the building had undergone refurbishment both inside and out, it still seemed slightly out of place in modern America. However, that didn't stop the throngs of tourists visiting the building that June morning as wispy clouds threaded through the cerulean sky.

It was a crowded weekend day when Abraham Lincoln, in his overcoat, and two Union soldiers, their faces covered with bandanas, stepped out of the van. They meandered past the theater's five historic doorways toward the modern glass entrance. Everyone assumed they were part of a promotion taking place at the museum. It was not uncommon to see park rangers and tour guides dressed in period costumes.

The man behind the Lincoln mask was Rick Walker—at least, that was the name he was currently going by. Highly educated, the thirty-six-year-old professional thief had a penchant for the fast life. If the assignment was a success today, he'd promised his girlfriend a nice holiday.

Two female park rangers stepped forward when Rick and his companions reached the front of the line.

"You have to get in line, sir. Also, you need to get tickets. Kindly remove the mask and bandanas before entering," one of the park rangers said.

"I do apologize, madam, but I'm in a bit of a hurry," Rick said. "I don't think I need a ticket, nor do I have to get in line given who I am."

"That's the only way you're going to get in," the park ranger said.

"Well, if you insist, madam, and once again, please accept my apologies." Rick bowed and tipped his hat, then extended a hand to the park ranger, who instinctively took it.

Rick grabbed her wrist tightly and locked it to his own with a steel cuff.

"What are you doing?" the park ranger yelled, trying to jerk her hand away.

"Getting acquainted," Rick said.

The park ranger reached for the walkie-talkie strapped to her belt, but Rick snatched it away from her. Frantically, she turned to the other park ranger. "Get security!"

One of the two Union soldiers dropped his prop rifle and grabbed the other park ranger's hand, then cuffed her wrist to his own. He pulled out a real gun tucked under his waistband and aimed it at her.Rick unbuttoned the jacket of his three-piece suit and brandished the bomb strapped to his chest.

"Bomb! Bomb!" a young teenager in the line shrieked.

Pandemonium broke out as the screams of panic amplified. People ran in every direction. Those who moved slowly were slammed aside, or knocked over.

Rick pulled the ranger cuffed to him aside. "We're going downstairs, and we're going to take the Deringer. Obey your president," he said in a hollow voice.

"Yes, sir," the park ranger said as beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

They descended by elevator and emptied into an interactive museum. The wealth of history in the dimly lit space featured original artifacts in glass showcases, furniture, statues, murals, and narrative devices. The visitors already in the museum scattered wildly at the sight of a man in a Lincoln mask displaying a bomb strapped to his chest, a park ranger cuffed to his wrist.

"Show's over, folks," Rick yelled. "Go!"

The park ranger guided her captors to a section in the museum where the Deringer floated in an oblong glass case capped at both ends with wood. A mural behind it depicted John Wilkes Booth firing a single shot at Abraham Lincoln as he sat in the theater box.

The Union soldier not cuffed to a park ranger took out a glasscutter from his coat pocket and began to cut a circle in the glass. When it popped free, he inserted his hand inside and yanked out the Deringer.

"We're going to take you with us. Don't give me trouble. If you behave, you'll be back home in time for dinner with the family," Rick said, dragging the park ranger closer to him. "Understand?"

The park ranger nodded once, nervously.

"Excellent," Rick said.

They exited through the theater's main door and stepped out into the empty street. The crowd had dispersed. Some had regrouped tensely a few hundred meters away at both ends. "Cheer up—it's going to be a fun day," Rick said, walking toward the van.

The park ranger with Rick raised her voice. "Please, please, let us go. I don't want to die."

"Well, behave and everything will be fine." He opened the side, forced her in and jumped in after her. He shut the door after the accomplice had climbed in with the second park ranger.

The van began to move off.

"Hallelujah!" Rick yelled in excitement behind the mask as he sat at the back of the van. He removed the cuff from his wrist and secured the park ranger onto a railing.

"We'll be arriving in five," the driver said after a few blocks. "You know what to do."

"I sure do," Rick said as he removed the bomb strapped to his chest. Still wearing the mask, he looked at the hostages. "Don't worry about the bomb, it's fake."

He unhooked a tote bag from the wall and began removing the contents. Facing away from the hostages, he removed the Lincoln mask and slipped into casual attire. He hid his face by putting on a redbaseball cap and a pair of dark shades then stuffed the costume into the bag and swung it over his shoulder.

Rick looked again at the park rangers. "Look on the bright side—now you get to tell visitors a different story at the museum."

The Union soldier in the back with him handed over the Deringer, which Rick slipped into the bag.

The driver slowed down and stopped behind a parked car.

"All good outside?" Rick asked.

"Yeah…all good. I parked a few cars behind us," the driver replied, looking at the side mirror.

"Okay. Nice doing business with you guys." Rick pulled open a trapdoor in the center of the floorboard, slid out, and slithered under the parked car in front of the van.

The van pulled away from the curb and sped down the street. After a minute, Rick rolled onto the road, got up, and walked toward the park at Judiciary Square on the Red Line and descended into the Metro.A day later, Rick sat at a café with his eyes glued to the screen of a laptop, drinking a hot latte with his back against the wall. He scanned the faces of everyone who entered. Though he wasn't expecting trouble, he remained vigilant.

"Is it in yet?" the tall blonde sitting across from him asked.

He scratched the roughness of his stubble as he continued to stare at the screen. "Not yet."

Moments later, the figures on his account changed. A new deposit had been registered: ten million dollars.

Khaled Talib is the author of Smokescreen, Incognito, and Gun Kiss.Born and raised in Singapore, Khaled is a former journalist with local and international exposure. His articles have been published and syndicated to newspapers worldwide, and his short stories have appeared in literary journals and magazines.The author is a member of the Crime Writers Association and the International Thriller Writers. Khaled's novel Incognito won the Silver award for the Authors DB Book Cover Contest 2017.Connect with the author at his website, Facebook, and TwitterBuy the book

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